Leah Roberts Missing Person Novels & Stories

That was how I felt when I was dismembered and thrown to the bottom of the river. Now, Timothy felt it all too. "Leah..." He mustered his last ounce of strength to wheeze out my name. At the scene of the body recovery on the riverbank, the coroner's face contorted with reluctance as he whispered again, "Mr. Senna, is this tattoo... Leah's?" Chad uttered dryly, "Yes." After saying that, his back slumped limply as if all the blood had been drained from his body. Thus, the future Luna who had gone missing, Leah Senna, was officially declared dead.

“Because someone wants him gone, Mr. Cross. Completely. His accounts, his records, even his passport all flagged as fraudulent last week.” I froze. “Wait, what?” She nodded. “Whoever did this has access to your systems. And to his personal data. They’re making it look like he doesn’t exist.” My voice turned rough. “Who would do that?” “Maybe someone with a reason to destroy both of you,” she said simply. “Maybe the same person who leaked that video.” My jaw tightened. “Leah.” She shook her head. “Leah’s missing. She hasn’t used her phone or cards in over a week.”